Love letter # 923

Zooming out from the grit of specifics, from the aggravated dramas of relationship, all contention dissolves. All claims, all theories, all righteous insistence. At a certain remove there is only love. Like an ocean, or all of time. Perspective, absolution. The beauty of irrelevance.

I ask only your forgiveness for my inevitable shortfall. When next I stumble, remind me of the distance – because from here I can see everything. How small we are. How hollow our victories. How futile the struggle.

Yet, in this great emptiness how full we are. And all we need do is yield.